A forgotten forest path
Called out my name as I 
Was about to pass it by.  
This path, it drew me in.  
It passed among the trees
Whose roots shared with fallen leaves
Its enticing open way.  
When I reached a bend
And knew the path would end, 
It built a bridge, 
And I continued on.  
When I looked back, the bridge was gone.  
At the foot of a hill
Was a misty green copse, 
And there it drew stairs covered in moss.  
It approached a ravine
Into which I wandered
Down a flight of winding steps it conjured.  
Sunlight scattered through the leaves.  
A golden beam caressed my cheek
When I knelt beside the icy creek.  
The path reached a shallow cave
Where water seeped from the walls
With the subtle sound that calls
To a person to slow, 
To stop, to listen, 
To watch the water glisten.  
There, I fell asleep
Resting my back against a tree, 
And never again did I see
That enchanted forest path.  
When I opened my eyes 
It was to the leafless skies 
Above my own backyard, 
And though I've searched for many years 
That forgotten forest path never reappears.